Haruto groans, as his Underworld finally rejects Nitoh's presence, and curls lower over his knees, the spikes of Dragon's body pushing and tearing through. It hurts. His breath shudders, desperately, and he looks up. "Nitoh," he says, "it's--I--" It's only midday, but his vision is tunneling, making everything dark. The eclipse all over again, and he wishes the outcome would be the same.

At Nitoh's voice, he winces, another spike sprouting. He tries to shove back against Dragon, to scrape up what's left of himself, but it's too little, too late. "Nitoh," he scrapes out, "don't--don't let him hurt anyone." A moment later, more quietly--"I'm sorry." He squints, to peer at Nitoh through failing vision. He tries to speak again, but his voice chokes up before he can. "In the end I guess I didn't--do anything at all, did I?"